| Torn in disarray, Hear now what I say
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| Brand your people, let them go Send them on their way
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| Worn the fired plead, give them what they need
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| Kill your people let them die
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| Before they plant the seed
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| Born, the black creation
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| Sure, to never die
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| In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise
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| No one knows where the cold wind blows
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| Until it’s in their eyes
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| In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief
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| The loyalty you knew so well
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| Now stuck between your teeth
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| Born, in desolation
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| Sure, to never die
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| I am, God’s creation
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| I see the light of death
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| Within your eyes
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| Breath the devil’s creation
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| With a mouthful of flies
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| I am the scourge of the nation
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| Harbored within your eyes
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| Never wore the crimson red
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| Never thorns adorned the head
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| When was what we used to be Now is what we’ll always see
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| Left unto compacency
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| To right the wrong conspiracy
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| Never what you used to see
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| With eyes adorned in misery
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| Choose commit right or wrong
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| The road reaming ever long
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| Truth in anger’s compromise
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| That shine the lies within your eyes
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| Never was mistaken, nevere was the prize
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| Never unforsaken, hide within your eyes
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| Never an illusion, the ever rising tide
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| This the constitution, harbored in your eyes |